She remains bored and very beautiful
her black hair is angry,
her bright hand
for ages now has forgotten me,-
for ages too has forgotten itself,
hanging as it has from the neck of a chair.
In the lights I drown myself,
set my jaws against the coursing of the year.
I reveal my teeth to her
but she understands this is no smile-
sweet, illuminated creature
she reveals myself to me while
she remains bored and very beautiful
and for her alone I live
in the appalling world
of this inferior heaven.
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Comments1"Of Love" is a hauntingly beautiful poem that defines love in a melancholic and almost bitter manner. Lines like "I reveal my teeth to her but she understands this is no smile," and "for her alone I live in the appalling world of this inferior heaven," are seething with pain and love intermingled in a complicated dance. This piece sheds light on the reality that love can often exist in spaces where it's not reciprocated. Each word feels potent and flowing with emotion. The poem overall is a bitter-sweet experience.